Rose's Apartment (Semi-open RP)

Rose pauses again, but... the likelihood he'll get violent seems fairly slim, considering that at least one person would know he'd asked about her apartment. Just in case, she holds up a finger.

"...Sure, hang on a second."

The door shuts momentarily, and, behind it, some rustling and the buckling of straps can be heard. When it opens again, she's wearing her steel-toed boots, and has concealed a knife on her person- one can never be too careful in Noxus, even with an Ionian.

"Come in~ I can make you something, but the only 'something' I've got to make is Zaunite instant noodles." Her face colors up a little, and she unchains the door, letting him pass.

There's a slight quirk of her eyebrow as he takes a seat- but it's not a big deal; she did invite him in. Starting the gas on the stove, she lights it with a snap of her finger, letting the yellow sparks from her hand start the lovely blue flame.

"I do remember you, yes~ and I've been well. A little more money's come my way- from willing candidates," she hastily corrects herself, grinning.

There's a hesitation before she nods. It would seem that her passing suspicion was true- when he'd known the location of her apartment, after having warned her away from the rebellion, she thought he might have been working under the General; an Ionian hardly seemed a likely candidate for it, but this confirmed her thoughts, which were hardly worth mentioning at the time.

"...I have, yes." She assumes something resembling a poker face, but, while she continues to cook as normal, her apprehension is apparent. Even as a "loyal" citizen (for that is what she is now), there's a suspicion and a fear of Swain's men.

With a half-smile appearing on her face, Rose shrugs her shoulders a little, and nods. "True enough. So, ah- are you with the General, then?" While there's still a little trepidation, it's lessened immensely at the implication that she's afraid of him- not to mention the reminder that much worse could have happened the first time they met.

The noodles make themselves known with a surge of bubbles, and she curses as she goes to turn off the heat. "Well- these look like they're done," she comments, and lets herself laugh as well as she pours them into a bowl. "How much broth d'you want?"

Rose nods- he didn't explain much, but it makes sense- and she knows how to keep a secret when it's needed. "What would that proposition be?" Her voice is carefully composed to express neither interest nor suspicion- but some interest shows through; it'd be good to work under any of the General's agents if it would express appropriate loyalty.

Carefully, Sonder tilts the pot over the bowl, and pours in a bit of thin broth, and passes it to Daichi with a fork embedded in the twisted noodles. With that done, she takes her seat, again, and begins to eat, awaiting his proposal.

There's a moment's hesitation. Her fork clatters against the bowl as she spins the thin noodles around it, still contemplating. "While I'm quiet, I don't hide my emotions or thoughts very well. It's troublesome, and so I don't think I'd be good for seeking specific information from anyone. Outisde of that, it- does sound like something I can do."

His second question gives her pause. My thoughts on Swain's rule?

"...It's true that Noxus is doing very well under Grand General Swain. While I was swayed, initially, by the Exile's speech, I don't think that the concepts of honor and justice have a place within the ideals of Noxus, and that rebellion will only bring us down." Her answer is honest, and comes from a wiser place than it would have from the girl who stepped onto that stage.

Yet-? Well, I suppose I'd receive training before doing anything along those lines. Sonder takes a bite of her noodles, chewing them over as she thinks about it. "It sounds like it could keep me busy, and I'd like to prove my worth to the General. Since I hang around in a lot of speak-easy places, I've little doubt that I could find you anything you wanted or needed."

She has to consider her next response a bit more carefully. "...I think Freljord could prove a powerful ally. I've met people from that city-state, and they all seemed strong. I don't know how their politics are, at the moment."

A half-amused smile crosses her face when he mentions Demacia, and it carries over in her response. "I heard about the Shadow Isles attack in Demacia, but didn't receive any real details- it's just word on the street, at this point. Do you know anything about that?"